On wednesday Daniel and Elke and I went to see Jónsi. It was so beautiful and happy. The visuals were so dreamlike, so amazing, definitely one of the most special and impressive concerts I've ever been to.
Because Elke had made friends with the bassplayer in the afternoon, we got invited to join everyone downstairs at the dressingrooms, where we drank beer and some special beet-and-ginger-concoctions and danced to Vanilla Ice and 2 Unlimited.
Doddi is the best drummer in the world.
Alex hijacked my camera and took this wonderful series of pictures I'd like to call the charms of failed portraiture by Alex Somers:
Úlfur by Alex
Jónsi by Alex
Me and Daniel by Alex and lastly, Alex by me.
Focusing is hard when youre tipsy but I really sort of like the colors in this.
After the dressingroom-party we all went to Korsakoff, which is a scary tacky club, and there we danced to Rage Against The Machine and System Of A Down and Black Eyed Peas and reggaeton, then we went home at 4 in the morning.
I wore my prettiest dress:
Thursday was hangoverday. This morning Daniel went home really early.
20 days 'til Sweden.